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Harry's first clue was that Severus never blushed.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked warily.

"I am... feeling indisposed," Severus admitted.

"You're flushed and," Harry placed a hand on Severus' forehead, "running a fever."

"There are potions..." Severus started.

"I know exactly where they are," Harry interrupted. "After you get into bed."

Severus grumped through the process, but gave a sigh of relief when he lay between cool sheets.

"Here," Harry handed Severus an Anti-fever potion and a mild Sleeping draught.

"The rest will do you good," Harry murmured.


"Shh..." Harry whispered. He climbed in and wrapped himself around Severus.